Wednesday, June 22, 2005

La vie en rose

Quand il me prend dans ses bras

I will drive to my favorite beach on Rt. 1, set up a beach chair, and watch dogs romp. Maybe write in my journal.

Il me parle tout bas,

Road trip!! I don’t care where I go – but there will be a 2 hour road trip, complete (compleat) with ragingly good tunes.

Je vois la vie en rose.

Spend an entire day watching some reality TV-show marathon – my brains will be mush, and this will complete the process. I watched a Project Runway marathon when I had a cold, and I think it's the only way to do reality TV. Pure mental junk food, and I loved it. In the alternative, get season 2 of "24" and watch it obsessively. (I did this with season 1 – thanks Jerry!)

Il me dit des mots d'amour,

Movies. I have at least a movie a week in me for AT least a year, if not more. I have this crazy fantasy of sprinting down the aisle of not-Blockbuster, and just sweeping movies into a shopping cart, and cackling. More realistically, I’ll probably get NetFlix and put so many movies in my queue that I can never die.

Des mots de tous les jours,

I will take my long-suffering best friend Pat to lunch at Café Niebaum-Coppola, and then wander down to the Borders.

Et ca me fait quelque chose.

I will take my mom shopping and not look at my watch once. In one of those weird mother-daughter ironies, my mother swears by my taste in clothes and will not wear ANYTHING that I haven’t approved, yet hates the things I put together for myself. I’ve told her that I hate hate hate shopping with her, but I will take her on a veritable shopping spree – she deserves it.

Il est entre dans mon coeur

On my list of things to do before I leave DC: visit the National Arboretum. I’ve been rediscovering my inner botanist, and exploring photographing plants. I’ll say this much for them, they never move and ruin the shot!

Une part de bonheur

Prevail upon all of my friends to send me their top 5 books from the last 3 years (oh what the hell, let’s make it 5 years.) Because I’m a big geek, I will compile a HUGE list – priority determined by number of "hits" for each title. And then, I will go to TOWN. Even after 3 years of reading multiple hundreds of pages every day, I love love love to read, and miss fiction like my favorite aunt. I can’t wait for the family reunion.

Dont je connais la cause.

Visit one of my oldest friends (it doesn’t hurt that she lives in NYC and has a guest bedroom!) Her house is a sanctuary. We’ve known each other for so so long, and we put no pressure on each other. If we don’t want to leave the house, we don’t. If we want to go the diner on the corner in our PJs, we will. She’s a great hostess. I can’t wait to recharge my batteries.

C'est lui pour moi. Moi pour lui

Make peace with selling the very first house I ever owned. Get through moving with a minimum of angst and anxiety. I know that it will be yet another emotional rollercoaster for me, and that I accept. But, I do want to keep extraneous bullshit to a minimum.

Dans la vie,

Music. I have a lot of catching up to do here too. With the last of my Lexis points, I finally purchased a Stevie Wonder collection. My.God.So.Good. I shed actual tears. This was a bit embarassing, since I was practically shoulder-to-shoulder with other people studying for the Bar. I had to do the "oh there’s something in my eye causing me to tear up, oh wait – now it’s the other eye too" napkin-dabbing thing.

Il me l'a dit, l'a jure pour la vie.

Journée de beauté! Give me an S! Give me a P! Give me an A!

Et des que je l'apercois

Go to Lavandou and have a glass of ridiculously good Chilean red - and use my two phrases of Dutch on the bartender (or my four phrases of Spanish if it's the Chilean guy.)

Alors je sens en moi

Shower Gia with love, attention, and cat treats. In all honesty, law school has probably been hardest on her.

Mon coeur qui bat

I will spend time by myself just being. No agenda, no deadline, no schedule, nothing tickling the back of my mind, no guilt. Just a glass of iced tea and the sound of my own breathing.

8 comments:

Roonie said...

I missed a lot in this post not knowing francais.

jm said...

I agree w/Fayza. At this point Maisnon, you could be telling me that you're going to scratch your belly button and stop wearing deodorant, and I wouldn't know the difference. But it would sound so lovely and romantic in French. :)The part I could read sounds like a fabulous plan!

Chai said...

i was trying to understand and refresh my memory (i won't make a joke/connection to evidence) regarding french. merde! i took the language course for eight years, you would think i would remember it.

your plans sound beautiful. im moving back to dc and need a place. i would love to find out more about your place/asking price/etc.....

maisnon said...

Due to popular demand, I will do a quick and dirty translation:

...

When he holds me in his arms,
He speaks to me in a low voice,
I see life in the pink.

He tells me words of love
Everyday words
And it does something to me

He has entered my heart
A part of happiness
Of which I know the cause

It's him for me, me for him
In Life
He told me, he swears it for life
And just when I understand,
I can sense inside
My heart that beats.

...

Heather said...

You own your own place? I always feel like that's such a "grown-up" thing I couldn't even contemplate doing right now. Like getting married.

I love the book idea. I trade books with a lot of friends, but recently I've complete forgone anything interesting for torts and contracts. That makes me sad.

Mmmm...chilean reds! Too bad I didn't know you a year ago; I finally drank up all the wine I brought back from chile. All I have left is a bottle of Argentine Carmenere - so good. I don't know what I've been waiting for.

P.S. I don't know french either.

maisnon said...

Heather, n'inquiete pas (don't worry), if I've done my math right, I was older than you when I bought my place. :)

You wouldn't think buying a place, quitting your job, applying to law school (essentially taking a year off), and then paying your mortgage with student loans for three years would be a great financial plan, but it's worked out.

Amelie-Freak said...

What a fun post.

When you're all done, and we meet up someday in the blogosphere universe, I shall buy you a bottle of Chilean red!

brimful said...

Hmm... I've never been to Lavanda before- perhaps that's where we will have to meet when you go west, young (wo)man!